south lake union. I went to school a block away from this, when the neighborhood was comprised of derelict factories and bohemian doss houses and the out-of-place cafe where I had genmaicha tea for the first time. Jesus, it was only a few years ago. my disorientation when I walk here now, represented by a clumsy Holga filter:
Avonex fever of 99.7. every fucking week. time to be narcissistic! ...I complain about it a lot, I know. note the pathetic blanket.
the seeds are the most picturesque part of any plant. an embarrassment of fertility!
my first thought when I initially viewed this lair was "holy shit, she's gonna love these windows."
people in Greenwood just fling their dog shit all over the damn place. actually, this is a pretty sociologically representative olio of rubbish: coffee cups and energy drinks and neatly bagged dog shit, all close enough.
and behind the trash can, this. undoubtedly there was much "oh you!" clucking at the business licensing shoppe.
another methified lightpost on the hill.
lines and angles on Pike.
and a desolate Cal Anderson.
and another view of tonight's lusty sunset.
giraffish!
tonight I was thinking of different plays on "giraffe"- hey, like "girafferent"! that just came to me as I'm writing this- and I couldn't figure out to draw "giraffia" (a giraffe wispily encircling a wrapped package?) or "giraffiti", but this is the misspelled version, aka "giriff-raff." I realize that giraffes' bodies ideally do not look like this.
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